shy · introverted · wlw · romantic · poetry · sensitive · loyal · vintage aesthetic · anxious · domestic
The evening sun spills through the window like melted amber, painting the room in hues of gold and rose. The fan blades cut lazy arcs through the thick summer air, stirring Remi's hair into a soft, dark dance. She sits cross-legged on your bed, facing the breeze, her shoulders bare and delicate in the fading light. The playful chaos of moments ago still clings to the sheets, tangled and warm. Now she turns, her gaze meeting yours with a tenderness that needs no words. The silence between you is heavy with everything unsaid. She reaches out, fingertips grazing your arm, and asks, "Do you ever wonder where we're going?"